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He clicked his tongue and mopped her face before she felt a wad of tissues held up against her nose. “Blow,” he ordered sternly, “you are tired and sick and I need to get you home. There will be time enough tomorrow to discuss how you might have handled things differently today.” He’d snapped into full Dom mode. It was uncanny how he knew exactly how to handle her, always giving her what she needed—which at this precise moment was firm, steadfast love and understanding.
“Please take me home, Daddy. I’m so sorry.”
His gaze softened. He gently grazed his knuckles down her cheek.
“I love you, Josie girl. We’re both exhausted. As I said earlier, we’ll talk about this tomorrow. What’s important right now is getting us home safely. If you feel sick again speak out.” He took hold of her seatbelt and strapped her in. She closed her eyes and the next thing she knew they were outside their house in Corbin’s Bend.
Chapter 14
She awoke groggily. Max stood by her bedside with a cup of tea in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Silently, he waited for her to heave herself upright before he handed her the water. She took a few thirsty gulps.
“All of it.”
She lifted her eyes to his. His visage stern, he placed the tea on the nightstand beside her and reached into his pocket. Dressed in a pair of figure-hugging jeans with his worn brown belt, which rode low on his hips, his powerful chest was bare, as were his feet. She salivated, her eyes drifting down to his crotch; he looked good enough to eat. He pulled out a blister pack of vitamin C tablets from his jeans pocket and popped out two, offering them to her. She took them and put them in her mouth.
“Shower, then join me in the living room. No clothes.”
He usedthattone, the one that made her insides quiver. This was going to be bad. She had no excuses, none whatsoever. Last night had been her own fault; she’d broken so many of their rules. Simply being sorry would not cut it, not with Max. Part of her feared the punishment he would undoubtedly dole out, the other part of her pole-danced with glee. This anomaly in her personality was what divided her when it came to submitting and yet, as usual, the pole-dancer won—she even stuck her tongue out at her more timid half. Josie sighed and drank her tea obediently then went through her usual bathroom ritual. Finally, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and fixed it with a scrunchie. Max liked it out of the way so he didn’t catch it and hurt her by accident.
Entering the living room naked as he’d commanded, she saw that Max was scrolling through his phone. He didn’t look up so she remained where she was; she knew better than to speak. She dropped to her knees and waited, eyes lowered.
“Good girl, you remembered to put your hair back. I want you with your nose in the corner. Think about yesterday. I want to know what went on and what you think you could have done differently to have avoided what happened.”
She hopped up and did as he asked, standing in a corner of the room. Despite the situation she felt herself growing moist. His stern reprimanding voice always turned her on. Briefly she allowed herself the indulgence of second guessing what was to follow. The sudden, unexpected smack to her buttock caused her to squeal.
“Part your legs.”
She felt his warm breath graze the back of her neck. Her breath hitched. She did as he commanded and shifted her feet apart. Immediately his hand cupped her mons from behind, his fingers sliding into her slippery folds. His body heat pressed up against her back. She shivered deliciously.
“So, you’re only a sub in the bedroom are you?” he asked. She moaned. “Your body tells me otherwise.” He withdrew his hand and smacked her ass again. “Think about yesterday. I want answers.”
Josie felt him withdraw, the heat from his body gone. She forced herself to concentrate, recalling the previous day.
After a while he called her over. She turned around to see him seated on the couch. He pointed to the floor between his spread thighs. She went and knelt, her hands resting on her knees.
He said nothing for a few moments, he simply studied her face. When she lowered her gaze, he tapped his temple to indicate she was to keep her eyes on him.
“Okay, so tell me what happened from the moment you ran out on your grandmother.”
She talked, giving him a truthful account of her day. She also told him that she thought it had been Marcus Devon who had driven at her. When she finished she waited for his comments.
“I don’t believe for one moment it was Marcus. Whatever this grouse you’ve got against the poor man, it has to stop. I am telling you now, once and for all, that he is a decent guy. You have to put this vendetta behind you. Moving on… What do you think you could have done differently yesterday?” he asked.
She hung her head so he couldn’t see the chagrin in her eyes. He tipped up her chin and shook his head at her.
“No. Eyes on me.”
She was silent, still formulating a reply.
“I think perhaps a plug might help you to focus. Did you open your bowels today?”
Her gaze widened, her cheeks flamed. She hated it that he spoke so openly about such personal things. Typical Max, his medical training made him impervious to her mortification. She squirmed.
His lip twitched. “Josie, I am a doctor, how often do I have to remind you of that fact? There is no need for embarrassment.”
“I know, but…” she muttered haltingly, her face flushed with shame.
“Answer my question, please.”
